Howling
Listen!...Hear the howling icy wind
Old man with white hair and beard
You with water, melted snow trickling
Down your side coursing to the lake
How high are you? Reaching the heavens
Such a strong tower, protector of game
People can run to you strong Rock
Clouds boil over your white hair and beard
Possible new snow will come from above
Coating your hair and beard with new white
That provides the stream with water come spring
Stream that forms the cool, clear water of that River
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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